Lament

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      Lament
             by Evangeline Paterson
Weep, weep for those
Who do the work of the Lord
With a high look
And a proud heart.
Their voice is lifted up
In the streets, and their cry is heard.
The bruised reed they break
By their great strength, and the smoking flax
They trample.
Weep not for the quenched
(For their God will hear their cry
And the Lord will come to save them)
But weep, weep for the quenchers
For when the Day of the Lord
Is come, and the vales sing
And the hills clap their hands
And the light shines
Then their eyes shall be opened
On a waste place,
Smouldering,
The smoke of the flax bitter
In their nostrils,
Their feet pierced
By broken reed-stems . . .
Wood, hay, and stubble,
And no grass springing.
And all the birds flown.
Weep, weep for those
Who have made a desert
In the name of the Lord.

Comments

Emily said…
Wow. This leaves me speechless, with many thoughts and feelings. Thank you for sharing this. I will be keeping it.
11:40 AM
Steph Cherry said…
It was at the back of a book I read last week and I thought it was very powerful. I love all your blogging of late!
5:45 PM
maggie may said…
whew! good stuff. makes you think, huh...

and how is all your reading going? i bought a cute little pad of paper at target the other day that is numbered and has a box to check it off and thought to myself, "self, this should help us get more organized!" we'll see...it's my "be-more-like-stephanie-cherry-project." teehee. everyone could use a little more cherry in their lives.
1:39 PM
maggie may said…
ps: i just bought family driven faith because you recommended it and i love voddie. maybe by next year i'll have read it.
1:51 PM
Steph Cherry said…
I think I read 3 books just last week!

You will love Family Driven Faith. It really helped me focus on teaching Laomai to worship.

I hope you are doing well. love ya!
11:49 PM
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